Though his gaze quickly snaps back to his equine compatriot who was advancing dangerously closely to the Edge’s edge, “Watch your-” he cuts himself off as Achaius arrests his hooves inches from the drop off. The elephant did not trust his massive weight to the crumbling white, limestone edges. So he hung back with his approaching King.
A grin replaced his momentary anxiety, as he bobbed his loosely spiral spear, “Mauja,” he rumbles in greeting, “This is Achaius, who found me sorting the broken glass- or attempting to sort it,” he sighed good-naturedly. “Regardless, he seems like a good sort,” a sideways glance and smile to the sepia stud, “And Elsa suggested he tour the Edge before he joined. So, we’re touring.”
He then swung his large head and deep blue gaze to Achauis, “This is Mauja, a leader of the Edge,” he glances, in hindsight, at Mauja- for the lead had been most evasive in revealing his rank when Tembovu had first accompanied him to the Edge. He momentarily wondered if he should not have introduced him as such. Ah well, what’s done was done. “If you’ve more questions about our herd, I think you’re in the right company to ask,” he grinned lopsidedly again and rested a hindleg.
@Achaius @Mauja